Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.